This time last year I was excited about getting the Dishoom book out for our resident Blonde’s birthday feast coming up in a week or so…(I know it’s early but these things take planning). It’s been out a zillion times since then and every time has led to some amazing aromas wafting through Harrietsham. But today, feeling melancholy for that great weekend we all had culminating in the family version of ‘Ain’t no Mountain High Enough…’ to the delight of the Princesses and the Dodger who loved seeing the adults letting go. To be fair those little mites would definitely have preferred ‘Let it Go’ but we’re trying desperately hard to remove that earworm from all the playlists and hope they don’t notice.
Always something to celebrate….
Celebrating this year will be different but a celebration of any kind is what you make of it and we will; Gerry C, Caamp, Teskeys, Lake Street Dive, interspersed with some old school Jamie T and Streets I’m sure… Blondie is edging her way towards me forgetting how old she is and I should probably take on board that I no longer need to remind her when it’s cold outside and she should take a coat (to be fair, I think it’s not so long ago I did that very thing and refrained from uttering those words that everyone doesn’t want to hear; “ I told you you’d be cold”, when she came back from a walk in the great outdoors wearing Chelsea Football Club’s favourite shade and shivering. She thawed out eventually and was next seen wearing double fur, and that was in the front room watching tv with the heating on and a fire lit!
Curly Sue can’t wait to get Blondie’s birthday out of the way so she can officially start counting down to hers without interruptions. I believe there’s already a list accumulating over at Bramley Cottage.
I know everyone is missing at least something from life before the V word, regardless of where they are or what they’ve got. It’s ok, we’re allowed, we’re just not supposed to voice it for fear of seeming ungrateful. This time last year Brexit became the B word and if we weren’t talking about it, others were scratching their heads and wondering why. Now Brexit has become an administration challenge and sits a fair way down the news columns; unless you’re a lorry driver, that’s a whole different story. I have realised that everything has become loads more expensive and not sure if that’s Brexit or the New Year and the fact we’ve been living off Christmas supplies for a month so not had to buy much food and that’s without touching the cocktail sausages, streaky bacon, Baileys profiteroles (how have we not eaten those yet?!), numerous puddings and salty snacks to name but a few!.
“Sowwy, luv u…….”
We couldn’t help but notice that our little Dodger; “Nuthin”, has only two settings; on and off. This means he cannot walk, he can only run… everywhere. The mission is to lose the large annoying restrictions (elders, whatever size they are)) in his wing mirrors ( he must have wing mirrors because he never looks back, just keeps going onwards and sometimes if the landscape allows, upwards). You may find I sometimes reference him as ‘Demolition Man’, he’s pretty good at that too but the elders in his life have got that covered and are on to him before he even knows himself that he’s about to cause destruction. On the odd occasion when he can’t be caught in time and the job is done, he is required to apologise “Say sorry” (stage note; cute smiley face), “Say sorry”…. (2nd stage note; smiley face), “SAY SORRY”… (3rd stage note; smile to melt an Angel’s heart “) “Sowwy” (final stage note; not sorry but huge cute smile and happy he got that palava out of the way so he can move on.) it’s tough trying to please all of the people all of the time but seems he’s cracked it at 2 and a bit years old.
Almost there….
Over at No.15, the bag is packed….this is a pivotal moment for mum and dad to be because it signifies that they are ready to go. This is regardless of whatever else is going on because all that will be dropped and parked in an instant. Seeing the bag which is obviously in a place where no one will forget it (everything crossed tightly and painfully), though they might trip over it, is the alarm that doesn’t make a sound. It’s just there in the background, waiting… There’ll be a few more Friends episodes to watch before then and a decent amount of lavish soapy baths with candles and bubbles galore… “What a girl wants, what a girl needs……”
“Noah, Noah”…..
The homestead still has an intermittent shower in the front room, thankfully those recyclable containers from the food parcels are working a treat and saving the carpet, just not the ceiling. We’ve heard there’s a whole load more to come, maybe this is the time to build an ark? The Golden One would love that…
Have you seen my Crocs? 